Settled into her desk she had allowed herself the moment to wear the usual mask, one she wore well. A cold exterior most befitting of an Imperial, and perhaps even a Sith. Arms crossed in her lap she may have nearly laughed when she saw who had called her, but instead Cipher-3 was merely greeted with an amused smirk.
"So worried I may still hold a grudge?" she asked with that amused smirk rising again. "I have no intention of ruining the stunning," she laid the sarcasm thick on that point alone, "viewpoints of Nar Shadaa with unnecessary bloodshed. Though I can see the appeal of it in the eyes of an assassin," she used that term loosely. "Someplace where it is so easy to get lost."